Best Disappeared Poems
A collaboration between Paul Callus & Carolyn Devonshire
Where were you when she disappeared?
Is the moment caught in your mind?
Were you nervous as the day neared,
or to its approach were you blind?
She took the lonely winding road
towards the hills in purple haze.
The weary sun took one last look
then cast away its fading rays.
Were you watching the sun go down?
Did you grasp the consequences?
Did you see sunset's halo crown;
did waning light stir your senses?
She walked ahead; not once looked back
nor did she pause or hesitate.
As shadows fell to twilight’s touch
she came at last to heaven’s gate.
Did you imagine her entry
to God's heavenly, lasting life?
Could you see the guarding sentry
as the joy in heaven was rife?
She left behind no next of kin,
no faithful fans or floodlit stage.
The only ones who mourned for her
were a few friends of ripened age.
If no one recalls her passage,
does that mean she did not exist?
When the reaper sends his carriage,
do our thoughts of loved ones desist?
More autumns came and winters too
remaining leaves withered and fell
since her soul rose into the blue.
Is there no more story to tell?
I thank Paul for joining me in this collaboration and apologize for taking so long to post it. As some of you know, my house flooded and I've been dealing with health issues as well.
Big Brenda knew things were not right
When she saw the rolls of cellulite
She could not disguise
The wrinkly thighs
And her hanging butt groaning with fright .
Skinny Jack just stood there and leered
It was worse than his lean frame had feared
When he sat on her lap
And had a real bad mishap
Skinny vanished .... He just disappeared .
But Weight-watchers opened her eyes
Slimmed her "Michelin" way down to size
And Skinny was found
In a wrinkle that bound
Her bum to the back of her thighs .
Inspired for Carolyn's contest .
Woke up this morning,
winter was gone,
cold and snow took
a break for now.
My old friends
the robbins are
everywhere to
be seen and
making those
beautiful sounds
I missied so,
sunshine and
blue skies so
wonderful to behold,
knowing nauture is
only playing tricks
on me, winter woes
will be back when
their spring break is over,
to torment me,
as it did before,
but this day I
will cherish and
take in the warmth
of this beautiful day.
wrote 3-21-11
in summer
a cat appeared
in my backyard
every day
bathed in the sunshine
rolled on its back
then sneaked under the fence
on its merry way...
now a forbidding wind moans
leaves snap off of trees
late afternoons
the hawk is out
the sky, an angry gray
written special
blinked one time
cyber prisoner
My only grasp
Her words and prose
The link between my sadness and her heart
Erased, words evaporated, away in the wind
I feel my desperation and sin
For why do I so cling?
To words that disappear
To dreams that fade away
To desires that are drowned in whiskey sour
Sour like the love I once had
Now vinegar for young lovers salad
I immerse my self in my indulgence
I am driven to destruction
I with no heart, have a heart
After all
You realize in life
at moments
The air within yesterdays folded hand
Is gold
Notes:
You realize in life
at moments
The air within yesterdays folded hand
Is gold
Some poems I add a few lines at the end, the poem goes one way without, and another with the added lines, if thats not a form, then I just invented it!!!
I am asleep when you entered the mind
walking into this dream awakening from behind clouds
the fragrance of thoughts captivate an inner vision
Dancing upon whispers began the soul's tangoing inside
an artistic expression appears behind the mirrors
mysteriously alluring captured within a heartbeat
Forever dazzling most radiantly dressed starlight beauty
On the Disappearance of Friends in Exile
The land is haunted
By unburied corpses and foetuses.
None have names,
Or tribe with kinsmen,
Or identity with place-of-birth,
Or wounds with scars.
None of them are known,
But they are gone to early death
History, even, does not know who they are.
No voice of mourning save the speeches--
The hollow, laboured speeches of poisoned lips;
And sorcerers calling for them from hidden shrines.
It's an old story - the oldest we have in the land -
The story of ebforced disappearance.
One day I was awakened,
I could sense change in the air,
No humility,
This feeling was like no other!
Nothing could compare,
I proceeded to get ready for work,
When I stepped outside,
Birds were chirping, neighbors didn't stare,
I guess hope is alive,
As walked into the corner store,
Nobody followed me around,
Keeping eyes on my back,
Like I was the a clown,
I walked back across the street,
I was amazed!
A cop saw me walking
He never said a word, Just smiled and waved.
As I walked inside the bank,
I wasn't given false stares,
Or evil looks of workers who really despised me there,
As I walked on the bus,
Where usually I have to stand on my feet,
A white lady told me to sit with her,
In the very front seat,
Then I was awakened by bullhorns and cops ready to breech,
Tear gas and rubber bullets filled the street,
I looked around for the bus and previous nice cop I seen,
Then I realized it wasn't reality,
It was merely a dream!
No note,
the bed unmade,
the milk, imprisoned in plastic,
left to grow solid on the kitchen table.
Winter’s gray made me insane, and
so I flew on steel wings to Buenos Aires,
where the air is humid and smells of unwashed
sins, and the angry sun beats down
on oceans of grass,
and the red wine flows,
numbing my Yankee brain.
Doug disappeared on a Monday right after he had finished his little to-do list.
Clean house, check, do laundry, check, take dog to vet, check, spray mirror with slightly warm Wind-mist.
It was his current list, his wife stated adamantly. I keep them here in a little file.
Yes, she had every days’s since they had gotten married. Stacked end to end, they went a country mile.
Doug was found six years later, but refused to come back, making his wife and his mother really sad.
They both had laborious to-do lists by then, and Doug had been the best worker they’d ever had.
It's never meant to be
What I feel for you is no longer there
Whoops it's gone
The funniest thing is I made it happened
And it did
Wouldn't you know it?
How would you like it to be on demand?
Awesome I think
I didn't think my tolerance has a limit
Guess it did
So like someone said "it must not be love"
Have no idea what it was
But just the same
I had enough
Words do feel strange
Like it did not apply to me now
Like that person is speaking to someone else
THAT is a good thing
No soul ties
No regrets
empty nesting box
blue **** have vanished from sight
sparrows eyed their home
I’ve not seen the pair of blue **** recently, it seems that some sparrows had been vying for the nest box – they are too big to go through the hole but it seems they’ve scared the nesting birds birds away
4/30/18
What if Christmas never happened?
What if Christmas never came?
Things around here would be different!
It wouldn’t be the same!
What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger?
Mankind would be in serious trouble. We’d all be in danger!
If the baby Jesus wasn’t born. There would be no nativity.
We wouldn’t be able to display this during our “festivity.”
It’s almost like this now!
It’s an “ever increasing business.”
It seems like nearly everyone wants
“Christ out of Christmas!”
Why does it seem like Christmas is
losing it’s true meaning?
The very words; “Merry Christmas,”
seem to be quickly disappearing!
Many say; “Happy Holiday.”
They worry they may “offend.”
Having a “holiday” without Christ….
Once again!
We need to put Jesus Christ back into
our CHRISTmas season!
He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason!
May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth.
May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth!
Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration!
We need him so much right now!
All over this great nation!
May we bring to him a heart of love
for everything he’s done.
As we bring honor to Christ. God’s precious son!
May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise!
Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days!
By Jim Pemberton
DISAPPEARED
Wrenched
Disappeared
Gone
A heart left behind
Forever bleeds
No comforting words
No nearness
Assuages
The horror
The loneliness
The despair